Remembering fishing

This weekend my brother-in-law asked what my earliest memory was.  He and James were both able to come up with memories from very early in their lives.  I couldn't think of anything.  This doesn't mean I don't have lots of memories from my childhood.  I just don't remember when events happened and how old I was when they happened. 

I have fond memories of fishing as a child and I know most of what I'm remembering is from when I was pretty young.  My familys' vacations were usually camping in the Poconos.   I have no idea how many times we went fishing while we were there but I feel like we did a lot of it.  Maybe that's how I want to remember it because those were fun times.  I need to ask my parents how old I was when I fell in the reservoir over my head but held on to my fishing pole.

I don't know how we introduced Adam to fishing but I know he began at a young age.  He could fish for hours even when the fishing wasn't good.  I loved watching him.  Watching was almost as much fun as fishing myself; maybe even more so.  I still enjoy watching family and friends fish.  Living on the river gives us lots of opportunities to do that. 

Adam lives at the beach now and is discovering surf fishing.  I'm glad to know he's fishing again.  Sometimes he sends me pictures of fish he catches and recently described how he cooked up one of his catches.  I love it.  I also love this photo of him with a bass he caught in a pond outside his apartment.

Here are some not-so-recent pictures of other fish he caught.

These pictures make me smile.

I wish I had pictures of me fishing when I was a kid but they'd all be on slides. 

This year I'm going to fish!  It's is my summer resolution.   Would any of my friends like to join me?